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Scott leaned forward, bracing himself on one elbow above her. She gazed up into his hungry face. “Kiss me,” he ordered.
Their lips collided in an urgent meeting. Her flavor lingered on his tongue, new and not unpleasant. The head of his cock nudged her entrance as though asking for permission.
“Please,” she said into his mouth on a whine she’d be embarrassed about if he didn’t seem just as hungry for her.
When he didn’t advance or shove into her, she popped her eyes open. He stopped kissing her and stared down, seeming lost for words. But there was a vulnerability in his expression. One she’d never thought he’d show her, given their original animosity. But there he was, telling her his secrets, confiding in her, and looking at her like she was the most precious woman on earth.
This was more than sex. More than comfort. More than tension release. Even more than mutual pleasure. This was something deeper. Something terrifying, yet it drew her in like the most potent drug. “You don’t need to say anything,” she whispered. “I feel it too.”
He nodded once and then kissed her again. This time, he pushed his cock in so slowly and with so much care, she nearly wept.
When he bottomed out, she arched against him, pressing her breasts into his firm chest. His hand went to her ass, pulling her even tighter against him as though he couldn’t bear for even an inch to separate their bodies.
He fucked her slower and with more tenderness than she’d thought possible for a man like him, one so powerful who’d seen violence and lived in a dark world.
They never stopped kissing. Their mouths lazily played and mimicked the rest of their bodies. When the need became too much and her roaming fingers dug into his back, he seemed to understand without words.
The leisurely pace vanished in an instant.
She cried out against his mouth as he slammed into her with so much force, the hand on her ass dug in to keep her in place.
Again and again, he hammered into her while stealing her breath with mind-melting kisses. Her head spun, and her body sang with pleasure. The fullness she’d craved moments before satisfied her in a way she didn’t understand. It was as though he belonged there inside her.
A key fitting in a lock.
The final puzzle piece.
She’d come to Florida looking for sanctuary and found something that exposed her to a more terrifying danger. One that could destroy her worse than any punishment Lance could drum up. Yet she wasn’t attempting to protect herself. A mistake that could end in crushing heartbreak if she didn’t wise up.
Scott squeezed her ass with a grip bound to leave marks, chasing away thoughts of anything but how amazing his body felt against hers. Inside hers.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he rasped as he powered into her. His gaze held an intensity she’d only seen from him during a fight. Sweat coated his forehead, and his jaw clenched with tooth-breaking tension.
“You too,” she managed.
They kissed again, sloppy and without skill, trying to absorb each other. She wouldn’t have thought she could come again so soon, but the tension rebuilt with a vengeance. She grabbed his ass and held on for dear life, moving with him. Beneath her fingers, his muscles bunched and flexed as he worked his hips.
Air became necessary, so she ripped her mouth away only to shout when he held her against his pelvis and ground into her clit. He thrust, then held her close again, repeating the move three or four times.
The cataclysmic orgasm slammed into her, catching her by surprise. She buried her face in his neck and sunk her teeth into a cord of muscles beneath her lips.
“Fuck!” Scott shouted as she bit down. He crushed her to him and roared as he came inside the condom.
She loved how his formidable body shook in her arms as he gave himself over to the pleasure. It was the only time he let down his guard. With a final grunt, he collapsed on top of her, but his heavy weight only pressed down for a second before he was rolling them to their sides.
Drowsy, contented eyes met hers. “Thank you,” he whispered as he cupped her cheek. “You—”
“You’re welcome,” she cut in.
If he said anything else, she was likely to reciprocate with foolish emotions and sentiments she couldn’t afford to share. Florida was a stop on the way to figuring out her life. Lance would find her eventually, and she’d have to leave. That’d be an impossible task if she gifted her heart to Scott. Both because she wouldn’t want to go, and he’d never let her. After all they’d done for her, she wouldn’t lay her problems at the feet of the Handlers MC. They had their own troubles with Lobo and Curly’s former club brothers. She refused to add her issues to the pile and would rather die than introduce more violence or trauma to Scott’s life.
